Missy is also looking for death in the magic world today

Gojo Satoru's pants were shaking with a small amplitude.

The source of the trembling was the pair of small hands covering his hands.

The owner of those hands was obviously riding on him, but he could clearly feel that her soul was no longer there, and the black eyes that originally shone with fragments of light lost their brilliance because of being too shocked, and were covered with a layer of mist.

Isn't it... is this scared to cry?

He? Knowing that he's been playing a little too much? He wanted to pull her up, but he sat up with his knees bent, and Kiritani Mio, who was originally riding on his? lap, slid straight into his arms from his? In a panic, he slammed his face firmly on his chest, and bumped into his arms.

Gojo Satoru, who was crushed by her acceleration, let out a muffled snort, and Kiritani Mio, who heard the movement, raised her eyes tearfully while holding her sore nose, and the two looked at each other in pain.

She was wearing a nightdress, and he could clearly feel her chubby material through the muscles of his lower abdomen.The hand she had loosened a long time ago instinctively supported his body, the palm of her hand was hot as if the fire was burning, directly burning to Gojo Wu's heart.

Terrible.

The time goes back to the time before Kiritani Mio used Shenxing, a time of no less than 0.2 seconds for the field to unfold.

Gojo Satoru has always been a decisive man.

In her exclamation, he?had?untied the drawstring of the pure cotton pajama pants, grasped both sides of the waistband of the pants with both hands and prepared to pull them down.

In her eyes, that moment was infinitely extended like a slow motion. She widened her eyes in astonishment, without any room for thinking. She acted on instinct and stretched out her hands to stop him? The next move.

The slender white hands covered his big hands in time, she was relieved, and finally caught up!

But she ignored Newton's second law.

Momentum is equal to mass multiplied by speed. When the mass of her body remains unchanged but the speed increases, what happens? The huge external force can be imagined.

Gojo Satoru, who hadn't performed the no-lower-limit technique, watched his wife throw himself into his arms, use his strong body to receive the impact of his wife's enthusiasm, and was thrown to the ground willingly by her.

Boxer, dark grey, pure cotton.

Also, the legs are really white.

All this happened too fast, and when Kiritani Mio realized what happened, she had already ridden on Gojo Satoru and successfully pulled half of his pants off.

This visual shock made her head feel like being bombarded by a nuclear bomb, and a mushroom cloud actually rose from her celestial cap.

She couldn't hear any sound, and the surrounding environment was far away from her. The blood flowed rapidly like sea waves and kept beating her eardrums. Her face turned white like a marquee, and she couldn't distinguish herself at all. Is there such a thing as a heartbeat?

The desire in Gojo Wu's heart was aroused by her foggy eyes, but her face was pale, and there was no natural reaction at all.

He? Hates her for being a piece of wood.

Wood's limbs are stiff to maintain the current movement, and what is the hand finally experiencing? The tactile sensation of "steel plate wrapped in velvet"?.

And I admire myself very much that under such circumstances, I can still sigh with emotion in a corner of my heart, it feels so good.

So good that she could die the next moment.

Their legs formed a subtle angle with their upper body, and they just stuck themselves in the master, confirming this beautiful misunderstanding.

She stared blankly at Wujo Wu as if staring at the sea of ​​stars in the void, but her brain was running crazily.

"I got it! I got it!"

The empty eyes once again ignited the flame of hope,

"It's an experimental subject, experimental subject!"

"Honey, are you okay?"

Gojo Satoru, who was shaken wildly by her, was a little frightened. What triggered it? Stress response?

"Do you still remember the curse spirits in the Heizang Cave, the curse was imposed on the body, and the resulting bodies were all similar. The situation with this batch of corpses is not the same, but they? They have not been transformed, and they are defective products. "

Looking at the five trousers that Satoru hadn't finished taking off, she felt more reasonable than ever.

I pay close attention to your every move.As long as the truth comes out, everything, everything is worthy of my heart!

I'm such a clever little ghost, to resolve the embarrassment, to be successful and self-consistent!

Her soul was screaming, but her body died before the soul.

"Get up first."

Gojo Satoru's voice was low and hoarse, he put his hands on both sides of her waist, and quickly lifted the idiot who couldn't figure out the situation at all, telling her to leave this dangerous zone quickly.

And she didn't respond to these actions at all, letting them carry them around.

Really stupid.

Why? Every prank ends up torturing yourself?

Gojo Satoru, who regretted his death, wept silently in his heart, moved his whole body back, hugged his knees in grievance, and buried his face deeply in his arms.

Crying him? An urgent need to calm down.

That night, Gojo Satoru did not respond to his proposal to sleep with him, and Kiritani Mio did not comfort the man who was afraid of ghosts.

On a cloudy day, in a room with no lights on, they are beautiful alone in their respective rooms.

Early the next morning, freshly washed bedding was drying on the drying rack.

……

"Just? Let me wait here? What are you talking about? Just kidding!"

"I can't make a phone call, can't I leave a note?"

"He? Why? Believe me?"

In the outdoor corridor of an old-fashioned apartment building, the neighbor who just came out to throw out the trash was horrified to see a young and beautiful woman, pointing to the door with the room number "902", and cast her eyes impatiently somewhere in the void , having an inexplicable conversation.

Neuropathy, the 902 family is not a serious person.

The neighbor muttered in his heart, cautiously shrank his head back, and quietly closed the door of his house.

Kiritani Mio glanced at the door next door that had just been closed, it seems that the neighbors are not getting along very well.

"Don't pay attention to that gossiping woman. Miss Kiritani, they will be back today."

Somewhere in the void, there was the pleading eyes of Chihoko Aizawa.

Nie Yuan, it's just because I looked at that one more time in the crowd and said that one more word.

This morning, like the neighbor, she went out to throw out the garbage, and then she saw Chihoko Aizawa, a female ghost at the garbage collection place.

She actually asked the ghosts all the way around? They? Their car's driving path, and it took a whole night to find this place.

The fading shadow of the ghost indicated her fate of being dissapeared soon.

Kiritani Mio's heart is softened by her persistence, so why don't you tell me something? Let me tell you something...

But the people who were supposed to live in 902, now they don't know where to go.

"You can't just stand here and wait for him? Think about where he will go at this time?"

Chieko Aizawa bit her lip and thought for a long time, then suddenly asked,

"Miss Tong Gu, what's the date today?"

"December 8."

Chihoko Aizawa breathed a sigh of relief.

"It turns out that it's almost the Obon Festival, so what about him? He's probably looking at the sky from the embankment right now."

Then she became gloomy again,

"That idiot still doesn't know that I'm dead? I don't know if I will have a chance to receive the lamp in the future..."

"Where is the embankment, take me there."

If she doesn't go to the reincarnation as soon as possible, she will probably not be able to receive it if she consumes it any longer...

The wind on the embankment was very noisy, and before they approached, the energetic voices of young people came from the wind.

"You? Damn, court death!"

On the slightly higher shore under the bridge hole, three junior high school students with dyed hair surrounded a student who had the same uniform as theirs and beat them violently. Among the three, a boy with yellow hair kicked him. The worst.

"No."

Aizawa Chihoko's hand powerlessly penetrated the yellow-haired boy's arm, and after several attempts, she covered her mouth helplessly.

Kiritani Mio knew that if oni could shed tears, she would already be crying.

"Hey, you guys."

Kiritani Mio felt that she must owe this ghost something.

The three people who stood there stopped attacking, raised their eyebrows and looked displeasedly at the woman who appeared suddenly. Two of the three villains had cigarettes in their mouths, and the yellow-haired one who didn't have a cigarette whistled loudly at her.

"Beauty? Girl? Don't mind your own business, or I don't know what I will do to you? Oh~"

It seems that his yellow hair grew naturally from his brain, Kiritani Mio shook his head helplessly, squeezed his knuckles, and walked gracefully towards the boys.

"Shota!"

Aizawa Chihoko called out to the semi-conscious boy on the ground with a crying voice, and then glared at Huangmao.

"Hey, I told you not to come here."

Huang Mao put away his hippie smile. After all, he is a junior high school student. Facing the appearance of an adult X, he? How much? A little bit uncertain.

The woman in front of him who didn't change her face was approaching step by step with oppression on her body, and he was shocked by this momentum and took a step back.

too fast.

He didn't have time to see how she came over, and her two arms had already lost consciousness.

"what!!!"

The howling of pain like a beast echoed under the bridge hole, and the special reverberation brought by the environment and terrain made the two teenagers with cigarettes in their hands flee like seeing a ghost.

Huang Mao knelt on the ground and howled in pain, his two dislocated arms hung down weakly, swaying in the wind as he swayed.

"Miss Kiritani..."

Chihoko Aizawa was already dumbfounded, her mouth opened wide because of panic like a fish dying of thirst on the shore, she looked at Mio Kiritani in disbelief, and only then did she truly understand what kind of person she had found? .

Today's young people are really energetic, their lung capacity is really good, and they haven't been hypoxic for so long.

Kiritani Mio lifted up the middle school student who had regained consciousness on the ground with emotion. The boy's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and the broken corner of his mouth was bleeding down his chin.

A weak and fragile teenager.

He stared blankly at the big eyes, trying to focus on the woman in front of him who saved them, as if he wanted to imprint her beautiful image in his eyes.

"Shota Aizawa, are you alright?"

She took a rough look at the wounds on his body, they were all flesh wounds, just rub some medicine.

The boy who was beaten didn't know whether it was out of emotion or grievance. Tears rolled in his eyes. He met Kiritani Mio's concerned eyes and tightly pressed his bloodless lips, as if he was trying to endure something. ?.

This... is too fragile, right?

Kiritani Mio looked at him with some doubts? My sister Aizawa Chihoko, unexpectedly, the same expression appeared on her sister's face.

"Damn, dead woman? Man, what? Maybe it's okay! Both my arms are useless, useless!!!"

Inertial thinking is undesirable.

Aizawa Chihoko looked up to the sky with a guilty conscience, half bright and half sad, glanced at the condition of the yellow hair from time to time, her fingers were entangled and hesitant to speak.

"This classmate? You go first, I will cover here."

The little classmate who was beaten up? He looked at her in surprise, unable to tell whether she was an enemy or a friend. After struggling for a long time, he said "thank you" in a hurry, picked up the schoolbag on the ground, and ran faster than a dog.

Before coming to room 902 again, the young man with yellow hair, Shota Aizawa, was no longer as arrogant as before, not to mention whistling at Mio Kiritani, not even daring to breathe too hard.

He politely introduced Kiritani Mio into the house, with a respectful attitude like a younger brother meeting an older brother.

"Long story short, Shota Aizawa, your sister asked me to bring you a message."

"That woman?"

Aizawa Shota clenched his hands with bloody scabs on his joints, his face could not tell whether it was shock or anger.

He? Aizawa Chihoko on the opposite side, pursed her lips, turned her head to avoid Kiritani Mio's gaze, and stroked her hair casually.

"In the iron box under her bed, there is a wad of money. You are asked to pay tuition fees and study hard. She will not come back in the future."

She is only in charge of the conversation, and doesn't care about other people's housework.

"Ah."

Aizawa Shota squeezed out a weird smile from his throat, the corners of his mouth were pulled upwards stiffly, his eyes were red.

"Finally admitted."

He raised his neck and clutched his uniform pants tremblingly, as if they were his strong sustenance.

"It's all he? Mom got rid of the burden, what else do you care about the burden?"

He turned his head slightly, cast a sidelong glance at Mio Kiritani, and smiled mockingly, his cold words were like sharp thorns,

"You also send a message for me, please go back by yourself? Come and take the money away, I don't want the dirty money she sold!"

The author has something to say: On a cloudy day, in a room with no lights on, Liu Tiaowu, who just came back from a business trip for half a month, was unwilling to move under the covers.

To be precise, it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't. JK Mioko (confused): Did you wake up so early?

Liujogo (dodging eyes): Mioko, let's sleep a little longer, won't you be very sleepy during your menstrual period?

JK Mioko (doubtful): But...you seem to be suffering.

Liujowu (embarrassed): No, take a good rest, good boy.

But he still looked uncomfortable.

Mioko went to shake his hand, hoping to pass on some of the magic of the invincible beautiful girl in the universe to him.

The soft little hand reached out to him gropingly, and the moment it touched, the back of the hand was wet.

JK Mioko (surprised):?

Liujowu (surprised):!

JK Mioko (Wu): Let me help you~

Wild Rose wondered whether she would be locked up or not, while deliberating over Mioko's magical name.

It's not very good like my comment name in the class group...

感谢在2021-02-2220:56:53~2021-02-2320:54:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 1 summer oil pan in the first grade of Chunai High School;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!